dollars

Help me get lost, make up a blindfold
Out of an old t-shirt that never got washed
Then grow me a maze, fill it with daisies
And all kinds of reasons I shouldn't return

Construct the cost, one life against
Half a gallon of gas, that's covered in dollars
As green as the sky is not
As cold as the moon is hot
As pale as the cheeks of a thief that got caught
In the act

Cover the cost, paychecks are only
Another motif, in corporate concertos
They grow and they fade, they dress as emotions
And government speeches your TV declares

Help me get found, wish that I weren't so
Impossibly small, that you'd have to carry
My life in the palm of your hands
My heart in the cells of your glands
My world in the whirlwind you make when you stand
For yourself



Credits
Writer(s): Lucca Burgess
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